“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I’m fine. I have Reginald here to keep me company,” I say, gesturing to where Reginald lies on the floor, deep in sleep and unfazed by this whole thing.
He raises a quizzical brow, looking from me to the dog.
“Don’t look at him like that,” I scold. “He’s a good dog.”
Griffin says nothing as he packs up the first aid kit he brought and heads to leave through my front door.
I stay on the counter, watching every move he makes.
He wouldn’t just walk out of here without a word, would he?
There’s no way what I just felt was one-sided.
“Thank you,” I say to his back. “You know, for cleaning this up and helping me. You didn’t have to, but I want you to know that I appreciate it.”
Just as he reaches for the door handle, he turns around to face me, void of emotion per usual.
“Next time you want to watch me work in the yard, just walk over. I don’t bite,” he says, and then leaves without even waiting for a response.
Oh, but I think you do, Griffin Barlow.
I think you do.
CHAPTER 19
OH, MAYBE SHE’S A RUNAWAY BRIDE!
Griffin
Me
U up for a task this afternoon?
Tucker
You’re getting better at texting. Who are you and what have you done with my Griffin?
Me
Are u going to answer the question?
Tucker
Does it involve working at the bar?
Me
A construction project.
Tucker
Sign me up.
Tucker
Also. Asking for a friend…what do you do with all that extra time you have not spelling out the entire word: Y-O-U.
